Bipolar Friends In Crisis
A friendship like ours is bittersweet;—
one second we exist in peace,
and then suddenly we dash one another
to the ground beneath the other's feet!
Is there no end? Is there no cease,
in hurting and shredding the other?
I often sometimes do wonder
about us, the ebb and the flow
of our long moments together
in deep conversations, and ponder
all its meaning, breadth, and depth: the no,
the yes, the why, and the whether.
If our union of bipolar minds
and spiritual nexus shall last,
no one but us can really say;—
what counts as the future unwinds
is that we surrender the past
and embrace a more harmonious way.
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